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Just Monika! (Doki Doki Literature Club)
🕑 Added 2018-01-31 20:00:01 +0000 UTC Patron RequestThemes: Consensual, Loving, Happy, Handholding
Word Count: 3,583
Summary: He's pined after her for a month now. Thing is, she's a 2D character trapped on his computer screen. She's not supposed to be real, but that doesn't stop him from wanting her with all his heart. And in the end, thanks to a little magic, he gets the one thing he wants. Just Monika.
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Another day, another dollar. Grunting, Vincent pulls into his garage and shuts off his car. The garage door closes behind him as he activates the car alarm and heads inside. There’s no one else in the small home he owns, and that’s just the way he likes it, even as he turns on what lights he needs and leaves off the ones he doesn’t.
A quick meal prep later, the young man is settling down in front of his computer in his semi-messy, mostly clean room. It’s not a pigsty, like some screenshots he’s seen online, but it’s most definitely lived in. That’s just kind of what happens when you keep your battle station in your bedroom though. But honestly, Vincent disliked the thought of being anywhere else.
He’d inherited the house from his grandfather a year back, but before that he’d lived in a small apartment with a roommate. He’d become accustomed to practically living out of his room, mostly because his roommate was the extrovert and he was the introvert. They worked well together, mostly because Vincent was still fairly clean, and his desire to stick to his own room most of the time left the rest of the apartment to his roommate.
But hey, a paid for house and an inheritance that made it so bills were less than important? These days, he only really did his job because he enjoyed working on computers, not because he really needed the money. Regardless, he was done with work for the day… and for the weekend, given it was now the end of Friday. With a smile on his face, Vincent wakes up his computer, even as he chows down on the burrito he’d made in the kitchen.
Nothing special of course, just some chicken and cheese. He really wasn’t much of a culinary genius, but he usually bought a pizza on Saturday that lasted him the weekend, so for now, he didn’t have much in his fridge and pantry beyond the makings of burritos or quesadillas. Regardless, his monitors begin to come to life, and Vincent’s eyes drift from the primary over to the tertiary, right past the secondary.
His third monitor is the reason Vincent hasn’t fully shut his computer down in over a month now. It might… it might have been unhealthy by any normal standards, but at this point, Vincent didn’t care. Monika’s face stares back at him from the tertiary monitor, and the corners of his mouth turn up slightly as he stares into that unblinking, smoldering gaze.
“Hey Monika.”
His tone is sad, even as the 2D image says nothing in return. He could always move the mouse over and click the next bit, but by this point, he’s not sure Monika has anything else left to say. And isn’t that the most heartbreaking bit of it all? Heh, most of the internet would say no, no it wasn’t. Doki Doki Literature Club had turned out to be rather… polarizing among the communities that Vincent hung out with online.
People couldn’t decide who they disliked, who they loved, and who they hated. And some people could, and if they decided they disliked or hated the character you loved, they were happy to shit on you however possible. Vincent didn’t necessarily think he was in the minority though, in thinking Monika got a bum rap.
He probably was in the minority that wished it was all real, instead of an incredibly clever free horror game created by what was practically a one-man crew. What Vincent wouldn’t give to be able to save Monika from her fate. What he wouldn’t give to be able to free her from that 2D existence, from that never-ending void she now resided in.
Vincent knew that there was more to the game then where he’d left off at. He hadn’t had the stomach to do what others did though. He knew how it was all supposed to end, but he’d never experienced that ending for himself. He’d barely been able to watch the YouTube videos that showed Monika’s deletion and the subsequent destruction of the entire Literature Club as a result.
Sure, there was the ‘Good Ending’, but Vincent couldn’t help but feel that was as much a trap as the normal ending was. Either way, he would lose Monika. How could he ever let that happen? She… she meant more to him than any living woman ever had. Glancing away from her intense gaze and ever so slight smile, Vincent sighs and goes back to eating his burrito, even as he opens his browser on his primary screen.
Its hours later before he glances to Monika again, but he’s honestly been thinking about her the entire time. Grimacing, Vincent reaches over, before pulling his fingers back.
“Monika… I know, on a sort of intellectual level, that this kind of obsession is unhealthy. I know you’re not really… real. And I know I should shut off the game, maybe uninstall it… and try to move on. But I just… I can’t, you know? Sorry I’ve been ignoring you… I’ve just been trying to prove to myself that I can give you up any time I want. The truth is, I’m failing, hard. I don’t want to give you up. I don’t want to consign you to that dark nothingness that you said was so painful. Not ever again.”
Pressing his lips tightly together as he stares at Monika’s unmoving features, Vincent finally gives into the urge. The computer screen he has the game open on is already smudged a bit more than the other two, even though he probably cleans it twice as often. Regardless, his fingers touch the screen, and he brushes them down Monika’s ‘face’ as he lets out a depressed sigh.
He caresses the computer screen for a few seconds, letting his eyes drift shut as he tries with all his heart to fool himself into thinking it’s a real woman that he’s touching, that it’s Monika’s real face he’s caressing. And suddenly, it feels exactly like that. It feels real, and then there’s a warm palm pressed over the back of his hand and Vincent’s eyes snap open as he stares in abject shock at the monitor before him.
His arm has sunk through the screen. Monika is no longer giving him that intense stare with the small smirk. Her hands are no longer steepled under her chin. Instead, she’s animated, her eyes wide and one of her hands coming up to touch his own, as if to confirm he’s real. He’s… he’s reaching through into the game somehow and he-… FUCK IT!
Vincent cuts his own thought process off and slams his other hand into the computer screen as well. He’s half-expecting to break either his fingers or his monitor, but instead, it flows right through as well, and both of his arms are now in the strange puddle like surface of his tertiary screen. Monika’s staring in wonder at his hands, her own coming up to brush against his fingers… but Vincent wastes no time in playing around.
Reaching out, he slips his large hands into Monika’s armpits. He feels like he’s only going to have one shot at this, but then he also feels like this all might be a dream he could wake up from at any moment. Either way, Vincent isn’t about to let the opportunity pass him by, whatever the fuck this is. And so, with all his strength, the young man grips and pulls, heaving Monika out from behind the desk she’d given herself, and dragging her head first through his thankfully wide computer screen.
“GRAAAAH!!!”
“AIIIEEEE!!!”
Monika’s voice is the exact one he remembers from the YouTube videos detailing the endings, even as she enters the real world for the first time, becoming 3D right then and there. Vincent doesn’t stop moving back as he heaves though, which results in his computer chair tipping over completely, and both him and Monika sprawling out on the floor, her atop his body as they both pant heavily.
Slowly, Monika’s head comes up. Her eyes meet his, and Vincent stares at her. Their lips are both parted as they pant for breath, and their chests heave, even as they just lay there for several long moments in shocked, stunned silence. And then the tears begin to fall as Monika sobs happily, overjoyed and choked up. She buries her face in the crook of his neck as she throws her arms around him, and all Vincent can do is hug her back, still completely amazed to have her here.
“Y-You did it! You did it, you saved me! I-I… I’m so happy, I’m so happy to be here with you! I can t-touch you, I can… I can kiss you!”
When she pulls back with a certain look in her eye, Vincent preempts her, determined to express his own feelings, even if the words currently escape the male introvert. He leans up and kisses her right on her lips, and Monika stiffens for half a second before melting into it, resting across his body as she kisses him back just as passionately.
When they pull back, Vincent reaches up and wipes Monika’s tears away, giving her a hesitant smile. This is almost too good to be true, and if he’s being honest, he’s waiting for the other shoe to drop. What’s going to come next, to ruin this absolutely gorgeous moment? When Monika shifts and then looks down between them, Vincent has a heart-stopping realization, and he thinks he knows. His erection is poking the young woman in the abdomen, even as she wiggles atop him for a moment, feeling his hard length through the sweatpants he’d changed into at some point since he got home.
Blushing profusely, Vincent opens his mouth to apologize, only for Monika to silence him with a simple look, a wide smile spread across a suddenly perverted face. It’s a surprisingly depraved look for the girl, and when she reaches down between them and runs her palm over his tenting crotch, Vincent’s eyes go wide as an involuntary groan leaves his lips.
“Hehe… did I do this? I’m sorry. Here, I’ll apologize~”
And then her hand is IN his sweatpants and Vincent is all the more aroused and all the more embarrassed as Monika, the virtual girl he’s been pining after for weeks, begins to stroke his cock with her creamy smooth palm right then and there. It feels good… it feels REALLY good. But before Vincent can even get close to an orgasm, Monika is sliding down off of his chest and kneeling beside him where he’s sprawled out across his bedroom floor.
Swallowing convulsively, the young man can only watch as Monika slides his sweatpants down, allowing his hard prick to pop free of its confines.
“Oh my~”
That’s all she says, before she takes hold of his member with one hand and brushes her hair out of her face with the other. Leaning over him, Monika opens her mouth and slides her lips over the first few inches of his length, much to Vincent’s groaning enjoyment. She begins to bob up and down quite quickly, and though she’s clearly not very experienced as the many false starts and partial self-gaggings reveal, she is enthusiastic, and eager to please him from the looks of things.
Vincent just lays back and lets her do what she wants. He’s not going to force anything on her, nor is he going to make her stop. If this… if this is what she wants, he’ll let it happen. Of course, he’s conveniently ignoring the fact that he’s REALLY enjoying what she’s doing, but either way, Vincent stays still and lets Monika do all the work, watching her slurp and suck and bob at his cock for what feels like an eternity.
It’s surreal, is what it is, and Vincent almost loses himself in the pleasure, still not fully sure it isn’t all a dream. But then he realizes that he’s getting closer and closer to a release, and not wanting to be rude, he tries to pull back, even as he warns her.
“M-Monika… I’m g-getting close…”
She pauses for a moment, and he expects her to pull away as well… but instead, both of her hands latch onto his body, pinning him down as she begins to bob all the faster. In but a few moments, Vincent is groaning and Monika pulls herself back to just the tip of his cock, even as she sucks every last drop of his seed from his ejaculating member.
To his astonishment… and honestly, his ever-growing arousal, Monika swallows it all down, her neck convulsing as she drinks his cum without issue or complaint, down to the very last bit. Only once he’s done with his release does Monika pull back, sliding her index finger along the outside of her mouth to collect any white, sticky seed that had slipped free of her full lips.
Vincent can’t help but stare at her, even as she looks to him with a hesitant, yet hopeful smile. He smiles back, and that only seems to make her happier, even as he finds himself looking at what can only be described as the most beautiful creature he’s ever laid eyes on. When she leans over him a moment later and gives him something akin to that smoldering look he’s had on his tertiary monitor for a month now, Vincent can’t help but gulp, even as his cock jumps, already growing back to full mast.
“… Will you make love to me now? I want… I want to give you my virginity.”
Not quite trusting himself to speak, the young man just nods his agreement, much to Monika’s overjoyed reaction. Almost giddy with excitement, the brunette hops to her feet and begins to pull off her clothes left and right, her school uniform coming off piece by piece until there’s nothing left. She’s certainly an eager one… but then, if he thinks about it, isn’t he just as eager?
Yes… yes he is. He was just afraid to scare her away, if he showed just how eager he truly was. But now that she’s naked in his bedroom, now that she’s blown him to climax and drank his seed, it doesn’t really matter, does it? Climbing up off the floor, Vincent shucks his sweatpants and his T-shirt as well, and when Monika offers him a hand, he reaches out and takes it.
She leads him to the bed, and then crawls back onto it blindly, without every once breaking eye-contact or skin-contact with him. She holds onto his hand even as she scoots back across the mattress, and when she lays back in the middle of his king-sized bed, he finds himself pulled over her, her legs spreading willingly so that he can take up his position between them.
He’s a virgin too, of course. There’s never been a girl worth giving it up for, not before now. But if he was ever going to lose his virginity… it would have to be now, with the girl he loved with all his heart. Monika looks up at him hesitantly, and once again she seems oh so very vulnerable as she squirms and wiggles a bit beneath him.
They’re about to have sex… not exactly beneath the covers with the lights off, but it’s going to be missionary and… grinning, Vincent reaches out and grabs Monika’s hands in his own. Her blush brightens tenfold, even as he laces his fingers through hers, pushing her arms up on either side of the bed. They’re holding hands like that, and it’s just the way he wants it.
Because… he’s not going to fuck Monika. Maybe later, maybe if they’re both up for it and they want to get a little wilder, a little dirtier. But for now, Vincent is going to engage in something the Internet that he practically lives on considers the most depraved, perverse form of intimacy in all human existence.
He's going to make love to the woman of his dreams. He’s going to have consensual sex in the missionary position while holding hands with Monika, and the only thing that stops him from busting a gut is the fact that it’s all REAL. This isn’t a meme, or a joke… it’s actually happening. That’s why Vincent settles for a happy, soft smile as he looks down into Monika’s eyes, his cockhead pressing against her wet pussy lips for a moment before beginning to slip past them.
She’s tight, but not impossibly so, and in fact she’s quite slick as he pushes more and more of his length into her. Her hymen comes up, and Vincent has a split second to decide what to do. In the end, he goes right through it rather than making a big fuss about her virginity, wanting to rip the band-aid right off, instead of drawing out the process.
A gasp leaves Monika’s lips, followed by a slight groan of discomfort. Vincent stops as soon as he’s past her hymen and gives her a moment to adjust as he lays chaste kisses along her collarbone. Eventually, Monika shifts beneath him and he hears her voice.
“M-More…”
Hearing that is like music to his ears. He begins to move, sliding a bit further in, and then pulling out. After that, Vincent settles into a distinct, slow rhythmic pace as he makes love to Monika right there in his bed. Their eyes connect once again, and this time they never part, even as Vincent slowly slides in and out of the young brunette girl, his member filling her, and then pulling back, only to do it all over again.
It is a moment of total intimacy. The rest of the world seems to almost fall away in that instant, and all there is, is him, Monika, and the bed they’re both laying on, even as their bodies move and shift and undulate against each other. It’s not fucking, it’s lovemaking, and when Monika cries out a few minutes later, her body shaking as an orgasm rocks it, Vincent grunts and begins to cum right alongside her, his seed filling her womb.
There’s a brief moment where he wonders if he should have pulled out, or if he should have worn protection. But he doesn’t own condoms… and neither he nor Monika were going to wait for this. Judging by the joyous, euphoric expression on the young woman’s face, she didn’t expect, nor want him to pull out either. In the end, Vincent sets aside his worries and simply enjoys the moment, even as he slides free of Monika’s slightly agape pussy lips, only to pull her close as he begins to cuddle her.
Monika is quick to mold her naked, sweaty form to his own, and the two of them bask in the afterglow as they kiss and nuzzle and rub against each other. Eventually though, Monika pulls back and gives Vincent a wide, beaming smile.
“I love you. I love you so much. A-and if you’ll have me, I want to spend the rest of my days with you, PussySlayer69.”
She says it in such an earnest tone, that it takes Vincent’s mind a second to catch up with the last bit. He freezes when it does, and then laughs sheepishly, and maybe a tad hysterically, even as Monika looks on in growing concern.
“I-Is something wrong, PussySla-?”
“Monika! Monika, please… that’s uh… that’s not my name.”
… He’d gotten his first computer when he was fourteen, and he'd transferred over the contents of the harddrive religiously every single time. Ask anyone who is anyone, and they’ll all tell you the same thing. Fourteen-year olds? Not the best at decision making skills. Regardless, he’d grown up and matured, but he also hadn’t ever truly cared to change his admin name on a PC no one else was ever going to use. Now he kind of wishes he had, perhaps back when he’d first reached the point where Monika was reading his computer account and claiming it was his ‘real name’.
Blinking owlishly at him now, the brunette in question cocks her head to the side curiously.
“It’s… it’s not?”
Shaking his head, Vincent smiles in embarrassment, even as he shrugs his shoulders.
“No… ah… no. It’s Vincent. My name is Vincent. And… Monika, I love you too. I’ve loved you since the moment we met. And I know it was hard, I know it was tough… but thank you, for being so patient with me. Thank you for waiting for me.”
Just like that, the name snafu is behind them and Monika is beaming again as she reaches out and caresses his cheek.
“Of course, Vincent. You were all I ever wanted… all I ever needed. You were the only one who cared enough to come for me. You saved me.”
Licking his lips, he leans in and gives Monika a quick kiss, before smiling at her all the wider.
“You’re all I ever needed too. Just you. Just… Just Monika.”
They fall back to cuddling and kissing and making out after that, which in turn transitions to heavy petting, foreplay, and more lovemaking. Whether they eventually got a bit rougher with their play, whether they discovered what each other liked and incorporated the kinks into their extremely active sex life… well, that’s a story for another time.
Monika had found her happy ending… and Vincent had found his. In the end, all they needed was each other.
Comments
Blaze
It's nice seeing Monica get what she deserves
Johny5
Monika is best girl. The sad part, there's probably some lonely person out there who knows he should delete her file but chose instead to let the program run. This reminded me of Video Girl Ai and the Mannequin.
Frost
Good smut involving best girl Monica? What a happy day today has become.
